So the skies rumbled and the snows came,
They gathered seeds and prepared them for planting,
And when through the earth they felt the stirring,
In the dark, wet soil you can smell their work still;
The north wind carries their song across the snow, This Imbolc night.
As the Earth prepares for Spring,
And so do we, here now, This year, and every year.
A most Blessed Sabbat to you all!